Bunch of Silence

I stood up on the treeless soil. It was early in the morning, the sky was clear, the world was still quiet.  Outside was the ocean, the immense, packed of surface …
In front of me, sat an old skeletal man, fell into his wretchedness.
… all I know,  my silence was complete.

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